"Hi, darling." She put down the paring knife and turned to be kissed. "Home early, aren't you?"
They kissed. Her lips clung like top-grade honey.
"Yes. Are you almost through in here?" Lee asked, his voice tight.
"Through right now," she said. "Let's have a drink in the living room." Her eyes were bright with suggestion.
"I don't know if I want one," Lee told her. Joan laughed and said she didn't need one, that it was just a waste of perfectly good liquor.
"Then come on, girl, get out of this KP ward." Lee felt better already. When you had a woman like Joan to come home to and look at, you couldn't help feeling elated. She was euphoria wrapped in slacks and blouse.
He made small talk, avoiding the subject of his interview with Stone. Instead, he told her of his conversation with John
